The Works of Beaumont and Fletcher, Volumen1E. Moxon, 1851 |
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... Cler . " Twill breed a brawl ! Din . I care not ; I wear a sword ! Cler . And wear discretion with it , Or cast it off ; let that direct your arm ; " Tis madness else , not valour , and more base Than to receive a wrong . Din . Why ...
... Cler . " Twill breed a brawl ! Din . I care not ; I wear a sword ! Cler . And wear discretion with it , Or cast it off ; let that direct your arm ; " Tis madness else , not valour , and more base Than to receive a wrong . Din . Why ...
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... Cler . Why , what know you of me ? Din . Why , if thou hast forgot thyself , I'll tell And not look back , to speak of what thou wert At fifteen , for at those years I have heard Thou wast flesh'd , and enter'd bravely . Cler . Well ...
... Cler . Why , what know you of me ? Din . Why , if thou hast forgot thyself , I'll tell And not look back , to speak of what thou wert At fifteen , for at those years I have heard Thou wast flesh'd , and enter'd bravely . Cler . Well ...
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... Cler . This was spoke home indeed . [ you , Beau . Sir , I shall take some other time to tell That this harsh language was delivered to An old man , but my father . Din . At your pleasure . Cler . Proceed in your design ; let me alone ...
... Cler . This was spoke home indeed . [ you , Beau . Sir , I shall take some other time to tell That this harsh language was delivered to An old man , but my father . Din . At your pleasure . Cler . Proceed in your design ; let me alone ...
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... Cler . Or turn it to a crutch ; there it may be And live on the relation to your wife Of what a brave man you were once . Din . And tell her What a fine virtue ' tis in a young lady To give an old man pap . Cler . Or hire a surgeon To ...
... Cler . Or turn it to a crutch ; there it may be And live on the relation to your wife Of what a brave man you were once . Din . And tell her What a fine virtue ' tis in a young lady To give an old man pap . Cler . Or hire a surgeon To ...
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... Cler . That is agreed on ; For this we are prepared . Din . Lamira loves Her brother Beaupré dearly . Cler . What of that ? Din . And should he call me to account for what But now I spake , ( nor can I with mine honour Recant my words ...
... Cler . That is agreed on ; For this we are prepared . Din . Lamira loves Her brother Beaupré dearly . Cler . What of that ? Din . And should he call me to account for what But now I spake , ( nor can I with mine honour Recant my words ...
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Página 242 - A tragi-comedy is not so called in respect of mirth and killing, but in respect it wants deaths, which is enough to make it no tragedy, yet brings some near it, which is enough to make it no comedy...
Página 2 - Lay a garland on my hearse, Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear; Say I died true: My love was false, but I was firm From my hour of birth. Upon my buried body lie Lightly, gentle earth!
Página xviii - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid ! Heard words that have been So nimble, and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life ; then when there hath been thrown Wit able enough to justify the town For three days past ; wit that might warrant be For the whole City to talk foolishly Till that were cancell'd ; and when that was gone, We left an air behind us, which alone...
Página 32 - Tis less than to be born ; a lasting sleep; A quiet resting from all jealousy, A thing we all pursue. I know, besides, It is but giving over of a game That must be lost.
Página 42 - Whilst there was hope to hide me from men's eyes, For other than I seem'd, that I might ever Abide with you. Then sat I by the fount, Where first you took me up. King. Search out a match Within our kingdom, where and when thou wilt, And I will pay thy dowry ; and thyself Wilt well deserve him. Bel. Never, sir, will I Marry ; it is a thing within my vow...
Página 5 - Full with her sorrow, she tied fast her eyes To the fair Trojan ships ; and, having lost them, Just as thine eyes do, down stole a tear. Antiphila, What would this wench do, if she were Aspatia ? Here she would stand, till some more pitying god Turn'd her to marble ! 'Tis enough, my wench ! Show me the piece of needlework you wrought.
Página xxxv - Of which he borrowed some to quench his thirst, And paid the nymph again as much in tears : A garland lay him by...
Página xxxv - Dwell in his face, I asked him all his story. He told me that his parents gentle died, Leaving him to the mercy of the fields, Which gave him roots ; and of the crystal springs.
Página xxviii - Their plots were generally more regular than Shakespeare's, especially those which were made before Beaumont's death ; and they understood and imitated the conversation of gentlemen much better ; whose wild debaucheries, and quickness of wit in repartees, no poet can ever paint as they have done.
Página 42 - Your worth and virtue ; and, as I did grow More and more apprehensive, I did thirst To see the man so praised. But yet all this Was but a maiden-longing, to be lost As soon as found ; till, sitting in my window, Printing my thoughts in lawn, I saw a god, I thought, (but it was you,) enter our gates : My blood flew out and back again, as fast As I had...